You find yourself in a situation where you embrace multiple voices and present different points of view each of which relate some sense to a subtle part of you.
I had discovered two tributaries after a meeting, the voice of reason, cultivating responsibility, and pleasure, fickle, unhinged. They both presented manifold positions, varying in different degrees in relation to one another at different times. They required a mediator so I stared in the mirror. I can stare at things until they don't seem real, like lakes.
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